Surf’s up

Arriving on Anglesey in the teeth of a gale, the rain falling in sheets, was, funnily enough, not an unfamiliar experience. The promise of a pint or three once the tent was pitched hastened proceedings and the evening passed in a pleasant blur putting the world to rights before too little sleep saw us drifting downstream heading for Traeth Mawr, the beach beyond which the diminutive Afan Ffraw meets the sea. And the surf.

With all the usual beaches crowded by kite surfers and boarders, here we had the sands and the sea to ourselves.

Breaking out was hard work with a good deal of time spent either vertical or airborne.

And while the surf was chaotic, worth the effort every time.

Happy days.